… human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capable only of fractured perceptions. Partial beings, in all the senses of that phrase. Meaning is a shaky edifice we build out of scraps, dogmas, childhood injuries, newspaper articles, chance remarks, old films, small victories, people hated, people loved; perhaps it is because of our sense of what is the case is constructed from such inadequate materials that we defend it so fiercely, even to the death.

from Imaginary Homelands by Sir Salman Rushdie (via lastchatwithphontaine) (via arsvitaest) (via crashinglybeautiful) (via petersantiago) (via digitalyn)

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